Bill:
Wait a minute. Hold the phone, Chuck. We got all that space down at the morgue. All those cars. All that time at night. Nobody watching us. We could handle things for your next door neighbor and all of her girl friends right out of the morgue!
Chuck:
Pimps? Are you saying we should become pimps?
Bill:
Pimps is an ugly word. We could call ourselves "love brokers".
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:29